Outside the Bates Motel, Tuesday early afternoon

[givemethehunt]

Dean was working on his car. Not that the Impala actually needed work right now? It was just kind of like humming Metallica. It relaxed him. And he sure as hell wasn't looking to get fired from his deputy job for beating the crap out of a girl, even if she had left him handcuffed to his own bed the night before.

So he was working on his car. And blasting Metallica. He'd welcome company, so long as it wasn't from a particular cane carrying young woman who would probably be teaching a class or something right now, anyway.

[ooc: outdoors and open.]